We all left with souvenirs that weekend, I take it.
[ Better tattoos than what followed after he thinks as he finishes tracing over the ink. He's still curious about it and the meaning behind it, but, well. Realistically speaking Claude's not willing to share about his own beyond the crafted cover story he's made for it, so who's to say whatever Sylvain says if he asks is his to know?
Besides. The tattoo's hardly the important part here - and it's not what he should be focusing on, so back to tugging off the pants to discard them. More skin to run his hands over as he glides them back up Sylvain's legs. As much as he'd like to spend more time on those thighs in particular, that'll have to wait for another day. There is, surprisingly, a limit to how long he wants to make Sylvain wait, so Claude parts the other's legs to kneel between them. One more reach and the oil's back in his hands. ]
When I said earlier you on your back was a nice sight, I lied. Slightly. [ The smirk's back as Claude tips some of the oil into one hand before warming it between his palms for a second. That limit on too much teasing, after all. ] Only because this view's even better.
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[ Better tattoos than what followed after he thinks as he finishes tracing over the ink. He's still curious about it and the meaning behind it, but, well. Realistically speaking Claude's not willing to share about his own beyond the crafted cover story he's made for it, so who's to say whatever Sylvain says if he asks is his to know?
Besides. The tattoo's hardly the important part here - and it's not what he should be focusing on, so back to tugging off the pants to discard them. More skin to run his hands over as he glides them back up Sylvain's legs. As much as he'd like to spend more time on those thighs in particular, that'll have to wait for another day. There is, surprisingly, a limit to how long he wants to make Sylvain wait, so Claude parts the other's legs to kneel between them. One more reach and the oil's back in his hands. ]
When I said earlier you on your back was a nice sight, I lied. Slightly. [ The smirk's back as Claude tips some of the oil into one hand before warming it between his palms for a second. That limit on too much teasing, after all. ] Only because this view's even better.